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“Michelle and Ryan’s nups, which took place on a remote island in Thailand that could only be accessed by “traditional wooden long-tail boats,” had everything: escort cards calligraphed atop “foraged river rocks,” hand-dyed silk flags for no reason, food poisoning, bridesmaids that knew how to sing, and macaque

I would SO much rather live in the Hollywood Hills. If the view from Los Feliz is incredible, I can only dream of what it’d be like from one of those houses.

BH is kind of a boring area, but at least the parts closer to Wilshire and Santa Monica Blvd are right on top of some fucking awesome restaurants. Plus there’s a Saks and a Barneys right there and a bunch of other fun boutiques and crap. But yeah, $25 million budget? Mid-century modern in the bird streets above the

Coconut lime popsicles - coconut milk, sugar, lime juice. Pretty darn tasty.

Got fancy for some reason, and threw this together: lamb chops with a red wine-tamarind reduction, served with basil-mint pesto (all these things being invented by me getting all creative/drunk) and miso eggplant tahini toasts

bohemian

At a bar. Little Welsh man feeds me free cocaine and beers for a few hours. I suddenly become infatuated with the bouncer at the door. When he’s off work we bang in my car. In the morning I wake up with the most bruised knees ever (seatbelt buckle thingies?) and remember that I’m on my period. WHAT DID I DO WITH MY

Scene- My bedroom, 2 AM, after a bottle and a half of wine.
Players (In a theatre sense, not like, a gross way to say ‘lovers’ or whatever)- My husband and also my me.

We were young, early 20’s, shitty on wine, having laugh sex, where we sort of clumsily bounced around the bedroom, laughing and not totally putting all

Tom Brady and Donald Trump; two assholes infamous for their pathetic, saggy balls.

That’s the thing. I said this on Gawker, but if anyone associated with the school had thought, for even one second, that it was a bomb, the reaction would have be massively different. The school would have been evacuated. The bomb squad would have been called. The teacher wouldn’t have put the “bomb” in her fucking

Anybody can be a douche, or commit acts of douchebaggery. We pride ourselves on being our own special brand here, so we prefer the term, Massholes.

When I managed a Borders we were also responsible for this small calendar kiosk on the other side of the shopping center. I was there covering someone’s lunch break and this crazed woman came over demanding why we had no bichon frise calendars. The dog calendar people were always the weirdest.

Wait. Is this from the episode where Samantha catches Richard cheating on her? Because the episode after that is my favorite one. Specifically because of this scene:

Mentioning the 9/11 gift shop always makes me think of this.

“Coerced by threats of contempt sanctions” - well no shit, that’s what contempt charges are SUPPOSED TO DO, coerce you into not being an asshole. When we learn from the actions of others (ie. watching her be jailed for 5 days) because of someone else’s criminal actions, that’s called GENERAL DETERRENCE and is the

I MISS TODD OLHAM, THAT IS ALL.

IKR? And for a woman of a certain age, they look really great, I’m not hating on her boobs. Anybody who’s age-appropriate, taking her to bed for the first time, would be stoked to see those puppies tumble out!

“She thinks he is the next hip hop genius of our generation and wants to do anything she can to help him succeed.”

Only if he takes a shower first.